" Zootskrieg "
By Blind Pathos
Eyes fixed on the mist
Anything’s out of place
This minds a check list
And it’s tight like a fist
Behind this golden warm sky
The cold and dead wait for me
If it sees more clearly than I
It will be my turn to die
Eyes are on the horizon
Hurt minds tired hearts
Wind in the face back to the sun
Bloody hands on dirty weapons
This day woke to sunshine
A deceptive vision of peace
Last night people were dying
Now the crows are dinning
Damn the sunrise and beauty spilt
Belching corpses of men killed
Meat figures of those who went
In the likeness of who they sent
What did our living bring
Where have we been led
We’ll know these things
better when we’re dead
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